dave steger

dry tears

strange stunning scary classical rifts embody the flying flow
all have resisted the nonsense but many seem not to know
just where it is these things they slow
this place where anyone is allowed to go

like a painting sketched on the sky's sorrow
i ran from yesterday today and tomorrow
the sun set
the sky colored like a giant bruise

broke down on the inca trail
all I want is a tambo
a hot bath and a warm meal
start over and re-deal
i wanna love her
i wanna hold her
i wanna love her
i wanna hold her
i want to hold her and love her and save her
and get the fuck off the this trail (drytears)